Sacked in Seattle: Game On in Seattle Rookies (Men of Tyee Book 1)

by Jami Davenport

  On Friday, the team flew to Arizona. For the first time, I dreaded having an away game. I hung out and played video games with a few of the guys in the hotel and spent an hour talking to Tiff on the phone.

  The next day, I put on my pads, cleats, and uniform and went to work. Don’t get me wrong. I loved football, but playing at a D-1 school was work. I wasn’t a huge fan of working out, but for a guy who prided himself on his stamina and speed, working out was a necessary evil.

  I was an animal out there, getting extra juice from knowing Tiff was watching. I blocked hard and ran hard, taking hits up the middle as if they were nothing. Despite me catching three passes for forty yards, we lost. Gage had one of his rare off days and couldn’t seem to hit the end zone. Mason fumbled the ball on a crucial fourth-and-one, and an Arizona linebacker scooped it up and ran it back for a touchdown.

  Our second loss in a row dropped our record to four wins and three losses. We couldn’t afford to lose another one if we wanted a bowl bid. Thank God, we had a bye next week. We were beat up and tired. I ached where I’d never ached before and couldn’t wait to get home and sit in the hot tub in the backyard with Tiff.

  Losing didn’t hurt as much because Tiff was waiting at home for me. I called her as soon as I got off the plane. We’d spent two nights away from each other, and I needed her badly. She met me in the driveway. We spent a few minutes playing with Otto. Then it was our playtime. We shut Otto out of the bedroom and fell on the bed together with Tiff on top. The second my ass hit the bed and her lips hit mine, I forgot all about my hot tub plans. All I needed was Tiff to sooth my aches and pains.

  I couldn’t get enough of her. Our mouths mated crazily, and the heady sensation of her lips on mine destroyed what little self-control I had left.

  She broke the kiss first. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes took on a sultry sparkle, which I found fucking hot.

  Straddling me, she slid her hands under my T-shirt, and I shuddered. Her touch electrified my entire body and hardened my cock. Damn, I wanted her. All of her. And I didn’t want to wait any longer.

  “I thought we were going to take this slow,” I said, watching her beautiful face. Her eyes held the same hunger I’m sure she saw in mine.

  “We were, but it’s been two weeks. That’s pretty slow.” She nibbled on that lower lip, and I groaned. Oh God, anything but that.

  Shit. Change of plans. I wanted her whether she said I love you or not. Those three words could come later, but I wanted us to come now.

  Lifting up, I yanked off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her gaze smoldered as she took in my naked chest.

  “You are beautiful,” she said, still staring.

  “If you say so. That should be my line.”

  She slid her warm hands over my arms and up to my shoulders. Her hair tickled my skin as she bent over me. Her crotch pressed against my erection, and I groaned. She ran her fingernails across my nipples, downward and over my abs until her hands came to rest on the waistband of my jeans. She ground into me before sliding her fine ass backward. Her fingers danced to my fly, and she unbuttoned the top button.

  “Tiff,” I begged in a strangled groan as she slid down my zipper.

  “Fuck.” I couldn’t take much more of this torture.

  “That’s the plan.” Her sultry smile slid up my body to my eyes. “You’re not going to stop me, are you?”

  I didn’t want to stop her. Not this time or any time. Hell if I could even recall why I’d been the one holding back. Something about needing her to love me, not just have sex with me.

  Whatever.

  I’d been through two weeks of pure heaven and hell. Heaven being with Tiff and hell being abstinent. Waiting for the right moment was a bad idea then and an even worse one now. There was no wrong moment with Tiff, and I’d prove how right we were together.

  Tiff rubbed my already-hard dick with slow, torturous strokes, and my last coherent thought dissipated from my lust-fueled brain. I closed my eyes as a series of fireworks exploded in my head and left me unable to recall why I’d been waiting. She pulled down my boxer briefs and lowered her head. Her hair tumbled in a cascade of gold across my belly and cock. My balls jerked in response.

  Tiff took me in her mouth and sucked. My eyes rolled back, and my breath came in short, desperate gasps. Her perfect lips closed over the tip of my cock, and she wrapped her fingers around the base.

  Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

  My head rolled back and forth on the pillow, and I fisted my hands in her hair. I groaned as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock. She was killing me. I couldn’t breathe. My heart accelerated into overdrive. I was panting like a rabid dog. Despite the sensory overload, I was hyperaware of Tiff and every damn incredible thing she was doing to me and my cock. When she squeezed my balls with her free hand, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “I’m going to come,” I warned through gritted teeth.

  Her response was to suck me harder as I came inside her mouth, while her hand and mouth milked every last bit of come out of me.

  God, I loved this woman.

  * Tiff *

  Wow, I hadn’t done that in a while. A very long while. In fact, not since he who will not be named. I’d never particularly enjoyed going down on a guy, but with Riley the entire act had been different. His groans of pleasure rewarded my efforts. His blue eyes were filled with wonder and desire. I wanted to make him happy, and I loved doing this for him.

  But now he could do something for me. For both of us.

  I crawled up his body and kissed him, knowing he tasted himself on my lips. His kisses started slow and built rapidly at the same time I started having second thoughts.

  What the fuck was I doing? Did I really want a relationship with the guy who reminded me of the worst moment of my life? I’d be forever looking at him and seeing that day.

  I’d fled to California to get a clean break over three years ago. It was for the best, I’d told myself, despite my broken heart. Now I was back in the thick of it, inviting all those old memories in again. I froze, not responding to his touch and mouth where a second ago I’d been ravenous. Riley searched my gaze, his brow furrowed and his eyes troubled.

  “Tiff?”

  I stared at him, looked into those eyes, and flashed back to the horror I’d seen in them that day. Panic started to bite me in the ass, and I bit it back, refusing to succumb to it. God, I was so tired of running from my demons and giving them power over my life.

  Not this time. Fuck, no. I was going to fight through it. I was going to slay those little bastards and win not just the battle but the war.

  I scooted off the bed and stood. Riley watched me with a grim set to his square jaw and those incredible blue eyes of his filled with doubt and confusion.

  “Tiff?” He started to sit up, and I shook my head. He thought I was leaving. Not hardly. I planned on coming, not going. I was going to do this. Demons be damned.

  I winked at him and managed a nervous smile. Then did a slow striptease, which brought a grin to his lips. When I was down to my matching bra and lace panties, I paused, giving him ample time to enjoy the view.

  “You are fucking beautiful,” he said reverently, his voice a husky whisper.

  I ran my gaze over his naked body. “And so are you.”

  “I thought you were going to run,” he said.

  “I almost did.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t.”

  “Disappointed?”

  “Oh, fuck, no. More like thrilled.” His grin was wider than his face, showing perfect white teeth set against the dark stubble he’d been sporting. I loved that stubble. I’d love it even more abrading the delicate skin between my legs.

  Time to get this show on the road.

  I put my hands behind my back and flicked the clasp on my bra, letting it drop to the ground. Riley licked his lips, still smiling. Doubt crept in, and I resisted the urge to cover my breasts.

  “They’re not really
big,” I said in apology.

  “They’re perfect.” His darkened gaze punctuated his words. “You’re perfect.”

  Encouraged, I slid my panties slowly over my hips and down my thighs and legs, taking my time. When I kicked them across the room, he muttered several unintelligible words punctuated by colorful cussing.

  I let my gaze wander down his body, drinking in the sight of him in all his glorious nakedness, from the dusting of hair on his chest to the dark trail leading to his once-again-erect penis. His muscles flexed as he turned on his side to open the nightstand drawer.

  “Come here,” he whispered, rolling once again to his back and holding out a condom package. I knelt on the bed and tore open the package, taking out the condom. I rolled it down his hard cock to the base and sealed it with a kiss to the tip of his erection.

  We stared at each other’s naked bodies for a long moment before he reached for me and pulled me on top of him. Our mouths meshed and our tongues danced as we ground our hips against each other. His gaze flickered down my body and back up. His expression softened. His mouth slanted into that sexy, crooked smile I loved so much.

  I swung one leg over and straddled him. “I’m wet for you.”

  “I’m hard for you.”

  “I noticed.”

  His grin would’ve disintegrated my panties if I’d had any on. He put his big hands on either side of my waist and lifted me easily, as if I were weightless. He lowered me just enough so my pussy grazed his cock. I wriggled and tried to free myself so I could take him inside.

  Riley’s expression changed to concern. “Are you okay, or do you need to be in charge?”

  I laughed in spite of myself. He looked so serious and worried. “Are you afraid I’ll insist on being the dominant one, and you’ll be relegated to sex slave?”

  “Sweetheart, I’d hardly call that relegated. I’ll be your sex slave anytime, anywhere. Just say the word.”

  “Anywhere?” I raised a brow and wriggled again, wanting him to lower me onto his cock instead of tease me with it.

  “Yeah, anywhere. You like it in public? We can do that. Got a secret fantasy for doing it on the fifty-yard line? We can do that, too.”

  “Don’t give me ideas,” I warned and playfully swatted his chest, drawing a hearty chuckle from him. “But how about we start with you letting me down.”

  “Afraid of heights?”

  “It’s not heights I’m afraid of. It’s being empty. Why don’t you fill me?”

  His laugh turned to a strangled groan as I wiggled my hips, dragging my pussy across the head of his cock.

  “You’re being bad,” he said.

  “Punish me.”

  “I think I will.” He lowered me down inch by incredible inch onto his large erection. I was so slick, he went in easily, but he hesitated when he realized how tight I was.

  “Why don’t you control how deep I go this time?”

  He loosened his grip as I braced my hands on his chest and sank my pussy down on his cock. He watched me with hooded eyes. His gaze warmed like a fire blazing in a fireplace on a cold night. Reaching up, he toyed with my nipples, tweaking them between his fingers, then tugging gently. I’d always loved to have my nipples touched, and it’d been too long. He leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth. I swear to God, my pussy was dripping now, and I sank the rest of the way onto his cock.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect.”

  “There you go with that perfect word again.”

  “You’re perfect for me.” He returned to his task, sucking the other nipple deep into his mouth and using his tongue to tease it even more. I gasped and leaned back. The angle drove him even deeper.

  “Ride me.”

  And I did. I was out of practice so it took a few aborted attempts to rise just high enough for him to stay inside, but once I mastered the art of riding astride, I did so with enthusiasm. I rode him like a pro harder and harder. The room was filled with groans, raspy breathing, the sounds of our bodies slapping together. Riley’s cock twitched inside me, and he took control by grabbing my waist and pressing downward. He flexed his hips, rubbing against me in a manner that stimulated my clit.

  And then he shouted my name as he came.

  I came shortly afterward in heady blaze of profound pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

  Riley filled me, every last bit of me, until there wasn’t an empty place left in my body or my soul.

  Chapter 14—Bye Week

  * Riley *

  The next Saturday, the team had a bye, and I wanted to do something special with Tiff, but it was Isaac and Avery’s son’s second birthday, and Aunt Avery was throwing a big party for family and friends. Everyone would be there, and I couldn’t say no. The parties thrown by the Maxwell sisters were epic and not to be missed.

  I invited my roommates, and Tiff invited hers. Wayne begged off, but Alisa said she’d drop by.

  About an hour early, I sat on a barstool at the kitchen counter in Avery and Isaac’s home a hundred yards from the barn and waited for Tiff to finish with her horse. This was my first family occasion with her, and I had yet to mention Tiff and I were an item. I didn’t want to have to tuck my tail between my legs and admit I was wrong if it’d gone south.

  I needed to tell them soon, as she’d be here any minute. I wasn’t sure how Uncle Coop would take the news.

  Gathered around the kitchen were three of the four Maxwell sisters, Izzy, Avery, and Emma, along with Isaac, and Tanner, Isaac’s brother, the Steelheads QB and a bit of a mentor for me. Ike, the birthday boy, sat on the floor and played with blocks. Connor ran his toy car around the room at adults’ feet, his dark hair falling over his forehead. He looked like Uncle Coop. He also looked like me at that age. He was a big kid and the apple of my eye. I spoiled him rotten and left my aunt and uncle to deal with the fallout. What’s a big “brother” for? And I did think of him as my brother, just as Coop and Izzy were the only parents I’d ever really had. My mother didn’t deserve to be called a parent.

  “Tough game last Saturday,” Tanner said. “Your QB folds under pressure.”

  I didn’t agree or disagree. “He’s not consistent. When he’s good, he’s brilliant.”

  “Consistency wins more games than brilliance,” Uncle Coop inserted. He might not play football, but he knew his sports, and he knew what it took to make it to the pros.

  Tanner leveled me with a strong gaze. “You have the innate talent to be a good quarterback. You think fast on your feet, you’re unflappable under pressure, and you have a strong arm. They’re wasting you as the backup.”

  “Spoken like a guy in my court. Coach doesn’t see it that way.”

  Tanner shrugged. “Yeah, he’s going with what’s comfortable. Not a risk-taker.”

  The conversation drifted to the Sockeyes and their chances at the Cup this year. I glanced at the wall clock. I was running out of time.

  As soon as there was a lull in the convo, I spoke up. “I have something to tell you guys.”

  Every set of eyes in that room focused on me. I rarely called attention to myself, which meant if I had something to say, they listened. My uncle eyed me suspiciously. I could imagine the scenarios running through his head: Did I get a girl pregnant? Did I get kicked off the team? Did I hear from my mother?

  His blue eyes lasered into mine. Somehow I gave myself away. I saw the exact moment he knew what I was about to announce. His gaze narrowed, and muscle ticked in his jaw. He was not happy one damn bit.

  Well, crap.

  “Tiff and I are dating.” I spit it out to get it over with and held my breath, waiting for their reactions.

  Disapproval radiated off Uncle Coop in waves. His scowl was deeper than the Pacific Ocean. Aunt Izzy rubbed his arm and gave me a pitying smile. The others regarded me with a mixture of surprise, acceptance, and concern.

  “I don’t approve of you being with her,” Uncle Coop grouched. “She’s going to string yo
u along and dump you at the first sign of trouble.”

  I opened my mouth to defend her, but Aunt Izzy interrupted. “Riley. We’re just worried about you.” She reached across the table and took my hand, squeezing it.

  “I’m fine,” I answered tersely. I clenched my jaw out of sheer stubbornness and narrowed my eyes. “None of you get a vote in this. My relationship with Tiff is my business. I just want everyone to accept her.”

  “Make sure you use condoms,” Uncle Coop muttered, and glowered at me. He’d never been a fan of Tiff’s, but I saw his attitude for what it was. He took care of those he loved, and he’d fight like hell for their happiness. Nothing I said would change his mind. Tiff would need to do that. He was a fair man, and eventually he’d see she was good for me and accept her. Until then, we’d deal with his crankiness and disapproving scowl.

  “Well, then,” Tanner said with a grin, winking at me. “How about those Skookums?” He was referencing Seattle’s Major League Baseball team, which had just lost in the playoffs.

  After a knock, the back door opened, and Tiff walked into the kitchen, a tentative smile on her beautiful lips. Her face was flushed, and she smelled like horses. I’d never smelled anything so wonderful in my life. She headed straight for me, grabbed my hands, and rose up on tiptoes to lay a quick kiss on my lips. I gazed down at her, wishing we were alone—even better, naked in my bed.

  Later, I promised myself. Have patience. I grinned like a lovesick sap and held her hand tightly. Uncle Coop’s jaw tightened, and Izzy elbowed him in the side. He forced a smile and received an approving squeeze on the shoulder from Izzy.

  * Tiff *

  Riley’s Uncle Coop glared at me as if I were a bug he’d like to squish under his big foot. I tried to ignore him. It’d take time to win him over. He’d been left to pick up the pieces when I’d broken Riley’s heart and left without so much as a good-bye.

  “I need to change.” I didn’t wait for a response but hurried from the room with my bag slung over my shoulder. I spent longer in the bathroom than I should’ve, attempting to make myself presentable. I rarely went out after I rode without taking a shower first.